the fantasy

She was lying under his body,
contemplating his expressionless words,
his sweet smile,
telling everything about them.
But she was far away, She was dreaming,
She idealized him in that place,
which didn't smell of reality.
She was flying with her thoughts,
She was a sweet primrose in spring,
But he will gather with the delicacy of a father,
he will make her become a blue rose,
a color/colour as deep as the sea